This happened yesterday. I think we all knew it would happen, but I went into the brand new American Girl store not believing it would. It’s an early birthday gift. And maybe part of her Christmas gift, too. We got the doll, got the doll’s ears pierced, and her hair neatly braided with blue bows because my girl who detests pink had decided she finally wanted a doll. Clover may be turning 11 next week, but I’m going to let her hold onto childhood as long as she wants.
After the doll, the earrings, and the hairstyle, she said we needed to look for a new outfit for the doll. That’s when I said we’d done enough for one day. She needs to bring her Nonnie back to the store for that.